Author's Note: So, I know I just posted a new part yesterday, but my schedule says I'm due to upload a new chapter today, and I couldn't help it because I wanted to get to the drama already. Shit has gone down. Again, big thanks to RoxtheRoxie on AO3 for this wonderful idea! Enjoy!

Warning: Violence!

"We'll do it tomorrow."

Sherry and the rest of the wives were becoming anxious. Neither of the women could sleep throughout the night when they were that much closer to getting rid of you. Sherry had thought that the rest of the wives would back out, but when they were more excited to do it, it surprised her. It had her anxiously waiting for tomorrow to come.

Once the sun rose, Sherry and the wives were already awake. They were dressed in their usual little black dresses and heels with make-up perfectly done and their hair impeccably styled.

"You don't think it's a bit early for that?" Frankie giggled, pointing to the drink in Sherry's hand.

"I suggest we all take a shot before do this. Once we have her, I don't want anyone backing out."

The women nodded, walking to the counter of the miniature bar. Once Sherry poured them each a shot glass, they all downed it quickly and in one go. They didn't know when Negan would be back, but they were aware of your schedule. You worked the breakfast shift and then trained afterwards.

"Amber, you have the letter?" Sherry asked.

"Mhm. All set. I'm ready for this."

Sherry asked Amber to write a letter for Simon and Negan. They wanted to stage this simply as you running away. Not only would it cause a rift between both men, but it would drive Negan straight back into his wives' arms.

Glancing at the clock that hung high on the wall, Sherry nodded. "Okay, let's head out. She should be getting ready."

The women left the lounge and followed Sherry to your room. Their heels quietly clicked against the silent hallways and they all noticed Simon leaving with a gentle kiss that he placed on your lips. They waited until he left before continuing forward.

Slowly, Sherry opened the door and smirked when she saw the look of surprise on your face.

The rest of the wives followed, shutting the door behind them.

"Good morning," Sherry grinned.

"Sherry? Amber? What the hell are you all doing here? I've got breakfast shift soon." you slid on your pair of pants after buttoning your flannel, looking at the rest of the women in their black dresses and high heels. "And you brought the whole gang with you. Wow. Gotta hand it to Negan. He sure does like variety."

"Shut the hell up," Amber spat.

"Whoa. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," you laughed, pulling your hair up into a ponytail. However, you were taken aback when the blonde brought her opened hand to your face, slapping you loudly.

"Holy shit, Amber!" Franke giggled. "Awesome!"

You were taken aback and suddenly, the true intention for Sherry and Amber trying to befriend you had dawned on you. They weren't trying to recruit you into becoming a new wife; they wanted to kill you.

"W – What?" you stammered.

Sherry grasped your chin roughly and you widened your eyes. Despite the constant training you had for self-defense and hand-to-hand combat, these women were still Negan's wives. "We know that you're with Negan… With Simon, too."

"You're lying. That's a lie," you tried to cover up. "I would never–"

"Save it."

You didn't know how to feel. Your survival instincts weren't kicking in. You thought if they were going to kill you, they would simply be doing Negan and Simon a favor. If they were aware of your relationship with both men, there was a chance that others could find out too. You didn't want them in danger, so if you had to take the fall for it, you would.

"What will you do with me?" you asked.

"Locking you up," Sherry replied, motioning for Amber to set the note on the bed. "Act normal while we bring you where you belong."

You obliged, following the rest of the wives out of your bedroom. If they weren't going to kill you, you had to wonder what they had planned. You found each hallway empty and when they finally led you to the basement floor of the Sanctuary, you noticed an array of doors that looked hauntingly menacing.

"You shouldn't have messed around with Negan. Simon is okay. But Negan?" Sherry shook her head. "He is ours."

You tightened your jaw. If you weren't feeling anger for the sole purpose as to why they brought you here, you were sure feeling anger through your jealousy. You laughed, causing the women to look at you with narrowed eyes and tightened jaws. Oh, if looks could kill.

"He was never yours to begin with," you spat.

Sherry backhanded you, causing you to turn your cheek the other way. You licked your lower lip, wincing when you tasted the blood that began to slowly trickle down your chin.

"Does that bother all of you? To know that Negan wasn't satisfied with any of you so he came to me? He continued coming to me," you fought back. If you were going to get beaten to death, at least you wanted to give them a reason to start. "Let me tell you… Once he's inside of me, you are all just an afterthought."

Amber tightened her jaw, delivering another sharp slap across your cheek. Frankie narrowed her eyes into a hardening glare, curling her fingers roughly into your hair. She pulled you back roughly against the wall, staring straight into your eyes.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Why?" you laughed, spitting on the ground. "He hasn't seen any of you since I came to the Sanctuary, huh? He'll never want any of you the way he wants me."

Suddenly, Frankie slammed you onto the ground and each wife began kicking you with the heels, causing it to dig into your ribs repeatedly. You covered your face and head, feeling your body continue to throb in pain. You had accepted your death long before it came and this was no different. You were going to die protecting Negan and Simon. No one else needed to know of your relationship with either man.

"Sherry?"

It was Dwight.

Amber widened her eyes and the rest of the wives ceased their movements. They covered your body by standing in front of it, hearing you groan quietly in pain.

"What the hell are you girls doing?" Dwight asked, stepping forward.

Sherry arched a brow, walking towards her former husband. "We're just having a bit of fun, that's all."

"Is that – Is that [Y/N]? What the fuck are you doing?" he pressed further.

"Dwight, I think it's obvious, no?"

"Whatever you're going to do, don't do it. Please, Sherry."

"And why not? You in love with her too? You fucking her too, Dwight?"

He was taken aback, furrowing a brow. "What? No, god no. If Negan finds out you killed someone–"

"He won't, right, Dwight?" she fluttered her eyelashes.

"Sherry…"

She slapped him across the face, staring angrily at him. "You are a coward, Dwight. You submit to him! Do you even care that he's fucked me?!"

"Of course I care! We both chose this life because we had no other way out. Do you remember that? Your sister died and we would have too, Sherry!" Dwight argued.

Sherry shook her head, taking a step back. "Run along now, Dwight."

"You cannot put me in this goddamn position, Sherry. Just let her go. She's not harming anyone."

"She's getting in the way of us and Negan," Amber called out. "Please, Dwight. Just leave us be. We all have something we have to do, right? This is ours."

Dwight arched a brow. "Don't you all act like you love him…"

Sherry answered quickly, "I didn't say I did, but he is my husband."

You heard Sherry's words and despite not being on the receiving end of it, it still pained you to hear that such venomous words could even escape someone's lips. You tried to sit up, but the pain in your abdomen prevented you from doing so.

Instead, you spoke loudly, "You're a sorry excuse for a woman, and a goddamn wife, Sherry."

Sherry tightened her jaw, motioning for the rest of the girls to pick her up and bring her to a cell. "Shut her the fuck up."

"Sherry…" Dwight pleaded. "Don't do this."

"Don't tell Negan."

"Just stop all of this right now, Sherry. We can come up with something. Together, we can come up with a lie."

Sherry shook her head. "If you tell him, do you really think he'd believe you? You're the man who has fucked his wife. You've got the ugly scar to prove it. Let's say he does believe you… I'll just lie and say that we ended up having sex. That'll definitely derail him from the main problem at hand."

Dwight tightened his jaw. "You wouldn't…"

Sherry laughed, "Go ahead and try me, Dwight."

Quickly, he scoffed and turned on his heel, leaving you in the hands of the jealous wives. Sherry shook her head, walking towards a cell at the end of the hall. Flinging it open, Frankie shoved you inside roughly and you collided with the wall, sliding onto the cold concrete floor.

"Frankie, do you have the rope?" Amber asked.

Frankie grinned, "Right here."

They tied your hands behind your back, roughly tightening the knot as the rope dug into your skin. You felt tears cloud your eyes, but you made sure to not let these women see your sudden glimpse of weakness.

"Negan is off-limits, you home wrecker," Amber growled, punching you across the face roughly.

You laughed, despite how painful it was. "Seems like you are all home wreckers then if he's got five wives that he doesn't want to fuck anymore."

Sherry tightened her jaw and each wife took their turn kicking and hitting you across the face. Soon enough, their assault ended and you were breathing heavily, nearly on the brink of passing out. Sherry tossed a water bottle at the corner of the room and laughed.

"Let's hope you die a slow and painful death," she smiled, slapping your cheek lightly.

"Go to hell," you spat.

"Seems like you'll get there first."

They shut the door roughly and you heard the sounds of keys from the outside. They locked you in and the darkness finally consumed you. You didn't bother to cry. You weren't weak. If Negan and Simon really knew you, they would understand what was happening.

You just hoped that whatever lie the wives told both men that they would believe it for their own safety. If the wives were jealous of you because of your relationship with Negan, who knew if there wer other potential enemies were living in the Sanctuary.

You shut your eyes and forced yourself to sleep, trying to numb the pain that every inch of your body felt. As you fell deeper and deeper into slumber, you found yourself dreaming of Negan and Simon in a world that wasn't like the one you all were currently living in.

The wives had gone back to the lounge, cleaning themselves up. Their knuckles were bruised, but with the magic of make-up, it disappeared. Neither of the women talked about consequences, so when they realized Negan wasn't coming back anytime soon, they breathed a sigh of relief. They wanted a bit of breathing room before the main man arrived.

"Do you think she'll attract attention?" Frankie asked.

"I don't think she's stupid enough to. I mean, we beat her up pretty bad. She probably can't even raise her voice after the number we did on her," Sherry answered.

"I'm surprised at how well we all did," Amber giggled. "I feel great. Is this what Negan feels like whenever he punishes someone? I kind of like it."

Frankie laughed, grabbing a drink from the bar. "Now, we just wait for our husband to return. We should all surprise him once he walks in here. I'm sure he'd be more than excited to know that we are willing to have him take us at the same time."

The rest of the wives nod in agreement, giggling amongst themselves. Sherry grinned evilly, licking her lips slowly. "I feel amazing."

Once Negan arrived to the gates, he was more than ready to see you and Simon. The wives were watching him from the window, eager to see him. Though, they waited and waited and they were sure that Negan had already made it inside.

"Why hasn't he come in here yet?" Amber frowned.

"I don't know. Give him some time."

"Right."

The wives sat around the lounge, anxiously waiting for Negan's arrival, but it never came. Their "husband" never walked through those doors and the excitement they once felt was now replaced with fear.

"What if he finds out?" Frankie mumbled.

"He won't," Sherry answered.

"What if Dwight told him?" Amber asked.

"He knows the consequences if he does."

"You did act a bit like a bitch to him earlier…" Frankie pointed out.

Sherry shrugged, "If Negan finds out, do you really think he'll punish us? We're his wives. We're untouchable."

Simon and Negan were quick to walk to your room. They were grinning from ear to ear, so when they turned the handle of your door, they stepped inside in hopes to see you waiting on the bed eagerly for both men to arrive.

Though, they were disappointed.

"Where the fuck is she?" Negan asked.

"I don't – She's not at training. Noah said that she didn't come in to work today. I assumed she wanted a day off."

"A day off? Did something happen?"

"Well, no…" Simon answered.

Then, they caught sight of the note on your bed. Neither men had seen your handwriting, so they strongly believed that this letter had truly come from you.

Dear Negan and Simon,

I've decided to run away. I can't handle being in a place like this, working at the kitchen… I hate it. I can't stand to know that Negan's got five wives either. I don't want to stand in between his relationship with them. They deserve him… I don't.

Whatever we had, I had to put an end to it. Running away seemed like the better option. I can't say sorry, only because I know that you both deserve better. I'll never be like Negan's wives… I probably shouldn't try either.

Please don't come looking for me. I'll be fine on my own. I've trained for it.

Goodbye…

Negan crumpled the paper, his jaw tightening. "What the fuck?"

"That can't be…" Simon mumbled.

"Then what the fuck is it, Simon?! She left and she left under your watch!"

"What the hell does that mean?" Simon yelled. "I love her just as much as you do, okay?!"

"She would have never left if I was here," Negan glared.

"Fuck you, Negan."

"You were in charge of taking care of her, Simon! She's fucking gone!"

Simon snatched the wrinkled paper from Negan's hands and looked down at it with a furrowed a brow. Nothing seemed to add up. It didn't sound like you to just leave, especially after what happened with Chris.

"I didn't know she wanted to leave…" Simon sighed. "We had a nice talk last night and–"

"Did you fucking scare her away?!"

"What? How the hell am I supposed to do that, Negan?!"

"You're responsible for her leaving, for her running away. Now that she's gone… I have to fucking uphold myself to the reputation that I placed upon myself. We need to look for her and she has to pay for the fucking consequences," Negan sighed, his eyes softening.

"Okay, we need to calm down, Negan…"

"Calm down? She's not here anymore! She ran the fuck away!"

Simon shook his head, reading through the letter very carefully. "Negan… She didn't leave. She couldn't have. This doesn't even sound like her. She mentions you and the wives more than anything. This just isn't right."

"Why the fuck not? Maybe she liked me more," Negan glared.

"Goddammit, Negan. She mentioned the wives and not wanting to cause trouble. Something's terribly wrong here…"

"I wouldn't even know where to start, Simon," Negan sighed, sitting at the edge of your bed.

"Can we at least agree that something isn't right?"

Negan nodded. "She wouldn't leave… Not after what happened with Chris. We were her safe haven. There's no fucking way she would have left."

"Then that means someone here in the Sanctuary has her…"

Negan shifted, anger clear in his features. "I want every goddamn Savior to interview every single person living here. We're going to turn this place upside down."

"Negan…" Simon sighed heavily. "What if–"

Negan shook his head. "We aren't going to dwell on that. Think fucking positive, Simon. [Y/N]'s had training. She wouldn't go down without a fight."